Best Distressful Poems
Her face may show a rosy blush
Peering through a favorite bush.
Perhaps you'll greet with great delight
This newcomer dressed in purest white
Miss Morning Glory, sweet and lush.
Well known as bind-weed, Nature's thug.
She sidles up with gentle hug
Then follows with a deadly squeeze
And takes her neigbor's life with ease.
She is more evil than the slug.
So if you see a pretty vine,
With lovely blossom, so benign
Beware and with your garden knife
Take this imposter's wicked life.
Let greedy slugs upon her dine.
If you should choose to let her stay,
She will not ever go away.
She'll use your favorites for suppport
And bend them in a strange contort.
With their very lives they're forced to pay.
Your helpless beauties cannot shun
This grim tormentor and can't run.
As this anaconda steals their breath
They'll die a most distressful death.
Death by constriction isn't fun.
For "Flower" contest
In despair, only pen can understand the distressful heart
Like a singing bird in the winter.
III
But, of course, I had no dizzying towers
To burn...only bridges; and they were torched
Years ago in the urgency of my direst hours;
Along with so many mighty battlements sacked,
Countless golden fields scorched...
Afterall -- it was the age of Bronze!
I should have well known that in the flight
Of birds, in each cold dawns pale grey light,
I would eventually come to see the unalterable
Fates of Wilusha's last Imperial Scions:-
Tottering precariously - on the brink -
A world in crisis! Then the elopement...
Did you not once stop to carefully think
It through? Giddied no doubt by bestowment
Of that accursed title; just as if it were the
Same giddying rush
You have experienced from the heady
Potency of a full bodied, Oaked Chardonnay.
The coy performance at being required to strip --
An inner excitement at your self's shamed
Nakedness! The obvious insincerity on display
When receiving an invite to dine at the gaudy
Little bistro; your hot skin noticeably flushed
With the delirium of wine; frequently
Pressed to partake of yet another glass;
There was, he casually said, much to be
Desired in a pleasurable rape. Her audible gasp...
As if, from that roadside window, she was
Suddenly staring out over the idyllic plains
Of mythical Arcadia;
His eloquent assurances artfully calculated
To lend themselves to a distressful behaviour.
Reaching down to offer eternal life
the Saviour gave Himself, oh precious gift
midst guilt-condemning sins, awfully rife
drawing me nigh toward heaven uplift
with love's pardon from iniquity strife.
So loved to enjoy peaceful freedom grant
my soul abides in Christ blissfully now
along faith with ministerial implant
blest to fulfill service-commitment vow
fortified to silence distressful rant.
Vibrant relationship marked by trust
tied around grand divine* partnership bond
abounding love, spiritually robust
midst fellowship which to prayers respond
for faithful stewardship needing grace-must.
Grateful for loving moments to reach-out
my heart worships God, Who supplies great grace
cheering me as I share, smiting pain pout…
He anchors my steps upon wisdom’s brace
letting me win in every righteous bout.
*2Peter 1:3 According as his divine power hath given unto us all things that pertain unto life and godliness, through the knowledge of him that hath called us to glory and virtue.
September 30, 2021
Edited on August 18, 2022
2nd place, "The Meaning of Love" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 8/27/2022.
Solitude:
Distressful
Afflictive
Merciless
Unbearable solitude,
When you are present, Time immobile remains,
And
Each second an eternity of intolerable
Suffering becomes.
At such moments,
We implore Time to advance,
To accelerate its pace,
To hurry up
For
The next second
The next minute
The next hour
The next day to come,
So as
The pain to decrease,
Our agony to lessen,
And us to be liberated from distress,
From our affliction and from
Our ordeal
But Time – a sadist- unmoved stays,
Mocking us
And
Instead of picking up speed, it is
Dragging its leaden feet, enjoying thus itself With
Our perpetual torture,
Hence, we,
Disappointed by Time's unhurried stance,
Absorbed by its immobility,
Let ourselves sink deeper and deeper into our hopelessness,
Till we reach the deepest point of
Our being,
A place void of all thoughts,
Of absolute silence and of intense
Anguish!
At that point
We wish:
To shout
To scream
To yell
To howl
But
No voice is possible to be heard.
No one is there to listen to our call of distress.
And then
In the darkest hour of solitude,
At the culminating point of desolation,
When we thought all is lost, we realize to our surprise that
We are not alone,
WE WERE NEVER ALONE!
A tenant is there with us,
A tenant, beyond the limits of ourselves,
Of our understanding,
Of our awareness,
A tenant who looks at us with affection
With compassion and most of all
With love,
Unconditional love,
True Love,
Yes, it is HIM
The only ONE
HE who was there before us
And
Will be here into eternity
After we are gone:
GOD HIMSELF!
We look at His Holy visage, and we discern an
Apologetic expression for
Having put us through this tribulation to be able to make
HIS presence to us, is known!
He had tried before to approach us on many occasions,
During the period of our good fortune,
Of our successes and our achievements
But
We had ignored HIS calls at that time,
You see, we didn’t need any help then,
For
We thought every achievement of ours
Was our doing
We had the erroneous notion that
Everything was under our firm control
And that
We were INVINCIBLE
But
Now we know better for He has
Revealed to us the truth!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 January 2021
Do you know the pain inside
It holds me prisoner as I hide
Crippling strains I cannot shake
Cries of horror and moans I make
Aches of discomfort that follow me around
Cramps of agony that bring my knees to the ground
Stinging throbs and a torturous prick
Convulsions twinge of a distressful crick
With torment and burning of my injury
Irritation and sadness of a living agony
Crying pitiful face of Earth
Wailing beneath the darkened skies
Bubbling tears pouring down her saddened eyes
Yearning to be freed from troll's cries
Still in learning she is, to be debarred from lies!
Dark and desolate is her centre
Gloomy and dull is her lather
Yet, tolerant and adamant is her temper
For her call is to be a loving and a doting mother
Such a fate she accepted from a tray, Oh so Silver!
Enduring the devilish nature of her common kin
She bears selflessly with them even if they bask in sin
And does her best to give them a life devoid of sores
Without reproach, she fulfils her chores
Never expecting anything in return for her lost ores!
Delightful she was at the time of Creation
Distressful she will be at the time of Destruction
Graceful she shall be at the time of Rejuvenation
Forgiveness she will grant to those enjoyers!
For a tender heart she has acquired throughout the years!
Crying pitiful face of Earth
I pray, have Patience with all Its Worth
So that Eternal Life shall flow in Your Soul
And dazed shall we all be in Your enthrall
Even if Your tender heart with iron is now mold!
Let me tell you about the notorious two
Well known by both me and you
Terrorising the neighborhood
They ventured in to the wood
Causing mischief, getting up to no good
Poor old Anne May
Was baking cakes and cookies one day
Left them to cool by the window on display
Not knowing that the two were stalking their prey
The little sods ate the hot cookies off the baking tray
Then threatened poor granny May to make some more
When she refused they tried to squeeze her in between the oven doors
Lucky a computer hacker running from the police heard her distressful implore
He witnessed the duo trying to cut her up with a saw
They chased after him and caught him in flight
Boy you should have seen he put up a good fight
The police caught them and the duo acted like two little children that had fright
“It’s not like that,” he said, “Go see the old woman, what a sight.”
The police went to Anne May’s house
She was lying all wounded in a bloody blouse
Still squealing like a little mouse
She shook and would say anything until she saw her spouse
The notorious two were eventually taken to jail
The computer hacker now works for the FBI on bail
And if you want to know what happened to poor old May, the story is out on email.
For those who are blind there is computer screen braille
The feeling of philanthropy
there may be something wrong with me
supposed to be kind acts but its more like distressful theraphy
feel like I'm trying
but all the ropes that I'm tying
are keeping me to the ground
because life itself I'm denying
look at the sky reality is a lie
been raising kids for 8 years and I feel like I'm bout to die
appreciation aint got none so I'm still waiting
for thank you for what you done and yes all the time that you wasted
walls closing in I'm thinking this is the end
got pressure like a grenade pull the key and no one wins
I'm in the dark just waiting for that one spark
to come light up my world and put love into my heart
until then ill just say that I'm wild
cause in the inside best believe that I am a dark child
100 Onions
(The absconding of the onions)
(Onion bandit burglary)
In Waterville Maine today the rain stayed a little longer
100 onions grown by grade school students had been stolen
The children at Albert Hall Elementary grew the veggies by themselves
With teeny tiny student hands
Nurtured them and fed them onion nutrients and water
Protected them from harm
To give them to the homeless who needed them more than life itself
We are certain, that the homeless require onions all the time
According to our sources and correspondents on the scene
They can never get enough onions on their own
The children had to save the homeless. Save them now!
The young ones said the most distressful things like
“I’m sad”, “I’m very sad.” And things like that
This threw the community into a whirlwind of perturbation
Oh! What kind of criminal mind perpetrates such a heinous act
In broad day light or any time for that fact?
Is there no decency, no justice left? What about the theft?
What ever happened to stealing cars and robbing banks?
Isn't there more profit in those crimes?
Detectives will hunt this onion bandit down and show him justice
Perhaps at the end of a rope or headless by the guillotine
Or boiled in the chowder in New England soup, to bring him to his senses
Onion bandit burglars belong in dungeons and should be sued
We can only hope he takes the 100 onions home and cuts them open
And starts to cry for the “sad” and “very sad” young ones that he hurt
And have him pay for crimes against humanity and onions
There’s nothing worse than absconding with the onions
Many immortal words have been spoken in the heat of the moment,
During romantic settings, wars and other distressful foment!
Damsels have said, "I wouldn't be caught dead with that guy!"
Decades later she celebrates their fiftieth with love yet in her eye!
"We caught them napping!" the last words of the arrogant Custer.
Surprise! Surprise! He took on more than he could muster!
From the Titanic's crows nest, "Slow down! There's ice dead ahead!"
Said Captain Smith, "I've schedules to meet!" sailing on instead!
"They couldn't hit an elephant at this distance!", said the general.
They lifted Sedgwick off the ground, already planning his funeral!
Admiral Farragut roared, "Damn the torpedoes! Full speed ahead!"
Easy for him to say, filling his sailors with terrible fear and dread!
"I only regret I have but one life to lose!" said Nathan Hale,
Before he was hustled off to the scaffold sans benefit of bail!
"Lets cross over the river and sit in the shade of the trees."
Said Stonewall Jackson, instantly shot in error, falling to his knees!
Goliath taunted, "Am I a dog that you come at me with sticks?"
David with his sling and stone showed Mr. Goliath a few tricks!
Wives claim husbands have a knack for having the last word:
"I ain't lost! No need to ask for directions!" immortal words often heard!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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We’ve decorated beautifully a New Year tree,
The smell of pine needles has filled our flat.
Champagne, chocolate…and we’ll start a spree,
With colorful candles at midnight we’ll chat.
These candles will be our spiritual world,
The New Year party is always a nice glee.
Our hearts will be twirled and purled,
Burning of troubles these candles will be.
With champagne we’ll fill the crystal glasses,
We’ll say many thanks to the old year.
You were generous but you’ve passed,
Now we’d like to say: “Good bye, our dear!”
We’ll never forget you our old friend.
You’ve given us so many wonderful days
We’ve managed to overcome all troubles
We’ve happened to see the beautiful rays.
Exactly at twelve we’ll make a wish.
We won’t ask for a golden fish
It will be our hearts and souls agreement,
It will be our life’s prudent statement.
As anyone we would love to be happy.
As anyone we would love to dispel all doubts
To be always merry and lucky,
To be out of danger and crazy shouts.
We would like a success enter everyone’s door
We would like the loved ones to be always near.
Happy New Year! Happy New Year!
The New Year we’d love to be peaceful and clear!
Meet the New Year with good deeds and smile!
Don’t curse our sinful and distressful Earth!
Let the New Year be peaceful and we are kind!
Our New Year comes after Jesus Christ birth.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 31th of December, 2012
Three bangle bracelets
three initial charms, discrete
July birthday gift from my grandkids.
Three bangle bracelets
initially a set complete
until one bangle hit the skids.
Searching for a small bauble
proved very unsuccessful
December has too many places.
Searching for a new bauble
proved equally distressful,
I must buy a whole new bracelet.
Four months later a downpour
caused flooding along our ditch
checking it out, discovery!
Four months later that downpour
had washed my dogie from her niche
April rains had set her free.
Tatterdemalion
she looked deplorable and mangled
having spent months on the street.
Tatterdemalion
she looks adorable, re-bangled
now - good-luck charm – oft-beat.
written May 2, 2017
You broke my heart in my dreamy state
You scared away the angels and took me away
You are my cruel gravity, awaiting my fate
You dragged me away from my paradise today
You’re waiting for your chance to screw me over
You’re waiting for your chance to be with another
Well, your wait is over…
Yeah, your wait is over…
I’m over you by now…
So, go away somehow!!
Baby, your time is over…
And your wait is over…
You tried to bring me down with your words of emptiness
You tried to tear me down with your distressful bitterness
You made me sick to the stomach with your callous ways
You disappointed me definitely by your lack of sunny rays
You’re waiting for your chance to screw me over
You’re waiting for your chance to be with another
Well, your wait is over…
Yeah, your wait is over…
I’m over you by now…
So, go away somehow!!
Baby, your time is over…
And your wait is over…
You sure provoked me to anger in my cheery state
You cradled the demons in my head close to your heart
You and your unpredictable nature – I utterly hate!
You made my high spirits low once again from the start
You’re waiting for your chance to screw me over
You’re waiting for your chance to be with another
Well, your wait is over…
Yeah, your wait is over…
I’m over you by now…
So, go away somehow!!
Baby, your time is over…
And your wait is over…
Yes indeed, your wait is over…
Yeah, your wait is over…
I’m over you by now…
So, go away somehow!!
Baby, your time is over…
And your wait is over…
All of the things you said,
Wondrin’ inside my head
All of the things you said,
Wondrin’ inside my head
All of the things you said,
Wondrin’ inside my head
Prayer For America
By Curtis Johnson
May your sons and daughters be mature,
Strong, and well positioned for success
May you and all you possess be always productive;
And may the fruits of your endeavors be evident
May you always be secure and free; and may there
Be no distressful cries of pain from your streets
May you be the people upon whom such blessings fall
And may you always acknowledge God as Lord of all
Cj01262015( This prayer poem was inspired by Psalm 144:12-15
NRSV)